All boys are nice to you at the start.

“My eyelids are heavy,
but my thoughts are heavier.”
— Unknown (via insanity-and-vanity)

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disarm him with your eyes somehow
there is nothing but inconsistencies
         in his vein of moralistic thought

your eyes speak volumes
they can shred
and humanize that rationality 

“Every day I discover more and more beautiful things. It’s enough to drive one mad. I have such a desire to do everything, my head is bursting with it.”
— Claude Monet  (via schaumann)

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happens to my son
living within my skin
drinking my cells
my water
my organs
his soft psyche turning cruel.
does he not remember
is half woman.”
from, nayyirah waheed (via yasodhara)

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When I was trying to quit smoking
and we drank white wine from Mason jars,
you called my freckles cocoa powder
and I called your green eyes

I am learning how to be a grown-up
who pays bills, cooks her own meals,
and doesn’t cry at words like
I think I just want to be friends.

The truth is this:
Love is an organic thing.
It rots and softens.

— All That’s Left To Tell, Clementine von Radics  (via jaaaaydeeee)

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“The man who loves me will recognise my face in the midst of a battle, and with knee bent to the earth, he will love me as the two of us fire together at the enemy.”
— Gioconda Belli (via princessbindi)

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“At fifteen you had the radiance of early morning, at twenty you will begin to have the melancholy brilliance of the moon.”
F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (1920)

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“They say you die twice. One time when you stop breathing and a second time, a bit later on, when somebody says your name for the last time.”
— Banksy (via princessbindi)

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“I still love the people I’ve loved, even if I cross the street to avoid them.”
— Uma Thurman (via sonoranrain)

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